Buying and selling back in the ‘50s
I was very interested in reading about the Monday Market at Aylsham in the September issue.
In the early 1950s we went as we lived on a farm in Horstead. It was a few hours of interest from the every day life, meeting friends and looking around.
We often took a crate of hens which had finished laying eggs and therefore making space for them to be replaced with pullets.
I had to be early as the pens there would soon be full. Men would be walking up and down the pens as some hens would still be laying eggs and they would reach in the pens to get them.
Geoffrey Key had a loud, clear voice and there were no mistakes with him even with so much noise around.
We often took bull calves to sell as we only wanted the females to keep the herd going.
One day we were standing by the bull ring with men all around waiting for the sale to begin. There was one nobody bid for. At last I shouted I would give half a crown in old money. Surprised nobody bid, I said two shillings. There was laughter but it was mine and I took it home in the back of the car.
I found it was a freak of nature, neither heifer nor a bull. I fed it on gruel from a pail using my finger. As it grew it went on meadows with the others and I later sold a healthy animal. Another time we bought a wooden shed for a hen house with big windows on each side. A friend, who had a lorry, said he would like it as a playhouse for his sixyear-old daughter. Knowing it would make her happy he took it home. The next week he got a more suitable one for us.
Another year we bought lots of trays of flower plants. We didn’t set them for a while, waiting for the frosts to pass. We planted them on June 1 but on the night of June 3 there was a very late frost and it took them all. By lunchtime they were all flat to the ground.
D E MARJORAM Frettenham